stephninja
the train station. people come and go. backs rolling against the tile. people moving. hugging. kissing. hellos. goodbyes. smiles. laughs. tears. lights. trains coming. crowded walkways. a wave goodbye. a broken heart.
a kissing booth? a booth at a restaurant? both are meant to be shared. both are made for more than one. both are made for love, for friendship, for feelings. a booth is a wonderful place to sit, to play, to love. it brings two people close.
stole my cousin. took his life. took his family. took his heart, his laugh, his smile. took his energy, his happiness, his friends. someone took him, and did not bring him back. it is unfair. there is no punishment for this thief. frustration. he escapes. escapes because he "has a higher plan". i say bullshit. there is never a plan for someone so young to be lost. never a plan for him to end his life this soon. never a plan. he was stolen.
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